Post by Buck U Productions on Sept 15, 2015 21:02:24 GMT
*The scene: A cemetery. Someone is crying. As the camera slowly zooms out we see two headstones marked “Thing One” and “Thing Two”. Brutus Smith stands stoically behind them. Holly Guacamole, dressed in a low cut mini dress two sizes too small, is sitting chair beside Thing One’s headstone crying, overly dramatically. Charlotte O’Neal seats in a chair beside Thing Two’s headstone, dressed in black, looking smug. From off camera we hear El Tigre de Jengibre singing.*
“I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell…”
He enters the screen and laughs.
“They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. All Grin and his wooden pal wanted to do was offer these two worthless, unfortunate souls an alternative to servitude to the Embassy. Too bad for them, they made the wrong choice and they had to be dealt with severely.”
Holly let out a loud wail and grabs out for Brute’s hand for support.
“See their blood is on Grin and Woody’s head not ours; and just like them, you, Super Pollo, had nothing but the best intentions for your two golden boys when you booked an impromptu Scrambles title match at Tijuana Takeout to prevent us from putting an end to Woody. Look where that got you all.”
Charlotte walks up behind him and places the Scramble Title around his waist.
“Now, Pollo, you’ve booked my compatriots and I in a match with the Broken Hipsters for the first round of September 23rd’s Three Cup Chicken Trios Tournament. You have said it’s so Nirvana can get a second chance at facing me after what I did to him in Tijuana. You shouldn’t have done that Pollo; you should have given us one of the byes to the semi-finals.
“See in San Diego on September 23rd, the path of destruction continues. The Cup well be ours or everyone before us well pay. Pollo, your plan to stop me failed once and look what happened. What do you think I’ll do to Nirvana this time? It doesn’t matter how much more experience he and his partners have than us, we are willing to go to places they’ve one dreamt of in their worst nightmare! Should they somehow get past us, they well be in no shape to win the tournament. Mark my word, Pollo, their blood well be on your hands.”
He raises his hands up holding the bloody masks of Thing One and Thing Two.
“The path has been chosen. On September 23 in San Diego, California, the Canadian Embassy Misfits take home another prize. All who stand before us well be destroyed.
“Run little sheep! The tiger is on the hunt!”
He laughs, walking out of screen.
Holly goes over to Charlotte.
“Hey Charlie, the Thingies aren’t really dead, are they?”
“Shhh, Holly,” Charlotte replies, walking away to follow Tigre, “you’re ruining the mood.”
The camera focuses back on the headstones as they all leave.
“I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell…”
He enters the screen and laughs.
“They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. All Grin and his wooden pal wanted to do was offer these two worthless, unfortunate souls an alternative to servitude to the Embassy. Too bad for them, they made the wrong choice and they had to be dealt with severely.”
Holly let out a loud wail and grabs out for Brute’s hand for support.
“See their blood is on Grin and Woody’s head not ours; and just like them, you, Super Pollo, had nothing but the best intentions for your two golden boys when you booked an impromptu Scrambles title match at Tijuana Takeout to prevent us from putting an end to Woody. Look where that got you all.”
Charlotte walks up behind him and places the Scramble Title around his waist.
“Now, Pollo, you’ve booked my compatriots and I in a match with the Broken Hipsters for the first round of September 23rd’s Three Cup Chicken Trios Tournament. You have said it’s so Nirvana can get a second chance at facing me after what I did to him in Tijuana. You shouldn’t have done that Pollo; you should have given us one of the byes to the semi-finals.
“See in San Diego on September 23rd, the path of destruction continues. The Cup well be ours or everyone before us well pay. Pollo, your plan to stop me failed once and look what happened. What do you think I’ll do to Nirvana this time? It doesn’t matter how much more experience he and his partners have than us, we are willing to go to places they’ve one dreamt of in their worst nightmare! Should they somehow get past us, they well be in no shape to win the tournament. Mark my word, Pollo, their blood well be on your hands.”
He raises his hands up holding the bloody masks of Thing One and Thing Two.
“The path has been chosen. On September 23 in San Diego, California, the Canadian Embassy Misfits take home another prize. All who stand before us well be destroyed.
“Run little sheep! The tiger is on the hunt!”
He laughs, walking out of screen.
Holly goes over to Charlotte.
“Hey Charlie, the Thingies aren’t really dead, are they?”
“Shhh, Holly,” Charlotte replies, walking away to follow Tigre, “you’re ruining the mood.”
The camera focuses back on the headstones as they all leave.